Ancient Being

I see you watching in the distance, draped in grey striped robes,
Standing very tall and regal, your range your soul domain.
Creased with age and etched with time, a crisp white cap of glory,
Sun shines on your open face, a full basin at your foot.
The folds of your character were formed from earthy depth,
Even heavily shrouded, the nobility shines through.

Your Eyes

Your eyes tell a story, if only I could read,
Of summer fun and winter nights, of love and miseries.
Your eyes grow a garden, if only I could go,
With winding paths and waterfalls, with rose and white daisies.
Your eyes have a map, if only I had a compass,
Through treasure troves and ancient ruins, through rivers and great seas.
Your eyes paint a picture, if only I could see,
The swirls of paint and brush strokes, the colors and techniques.
Your eyes consume my heart, you only have to try,
To read to me and carry me, to guide and show me please.

Do You Feel for that Pebble

Do you feel for that pebble, thats caught inside your shoe,
Knowing it is far from home, and now is stuck with you?
Do you realize, it's in a dark and lonely place,
Though once free to wait on the lapping of the sea?
Do you feel for that small thorn, thats lodged into your side,
Knowing it's been carried away from which it relied?
Do you realize, it's in an unfamiliar place,
Though once friend to humming birds, butterflies, and a bee?

Let's race

The ground flashes beneath our feet.

A steady, intoxicating beat, ba bump, ba bump ba bump.

Loose hair whips in the wind.

Breath short and heavy, and hearts racing, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump.

The world as a blur, passing by.

The mind as a passanger carried away, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump.

The movement familiar.

A rhythm both reassing and exhilarating, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump.

Torn

In the face of the ideal impersonator, words are echos.
Sleeping pictures and scenes all alike, in a million frozen fragments.
Through the scarred palms of the leviathan, slips chaff that was once sweet breath.
A millennium passes every day, a legion of miles each step.
Mind and tears of ice evolve, to a grain of time boxed for the future.
It cowers silently in the distance, not daring to move the air.

Reperio

A river flows through us both, with memories so strong,

Water running free, after being dammed so long.

It began as just a trickle from a rocky cleft,

Finding and pushing the cracks till there was nothing left.

I want to immerse myself, let it wash over me,

See if the current moves slow, or carries me swiftly.

Unparalleled excitement, as it all rushes out,

Maybe I'll go exploring, see where it carves it's route.

Dark Lady

The mistress never agrees to a date,
Thus never early, and yet never late.
In the dark of night, or the light of day,
She is laying in wait, to make her play.
But she has no conscience, not a regret,
In her stone soul, cruelty’s blade is set.
She will grab the heart, twist, and squeeze it tight,
Or arrive with a kiss, in the middle of night.
Sometimes gentle, as though a mercy done,
Soft and fast, over before it’s begun.
Consumed with anger, mistrust, or despair,
Creates a violent, crushing affair.
Appears when convenient, to her design,
Then once there, the lady may change her mind.
Embodiment of a great, silent snake,
Lady of discretion, like an earthquake.
Without prejudice, none her favour win,
Young, rich and mighty all repay their sin.
Mistress of Death is of many graces,
She has many names, and many faces.

Insecurity

This stone creature sits,
Unbalanced in my mind.
Glowering it scrapes,
Delighting in failure.
Just to haunt the heart,
It echos whispered words.
Gleaming in the dark,
Drooling over weakness.

Dear Grandma

Each year goes by quicker than the last, leaving sweet memories of past.
A loves first kiss, the oceans scent, baby smiles, flowers and money spent.
Families grow, little ones sprout, off to see what the world's about.
Friends multiply both near and far, teaching us about who we are.
Our hair will turn, our feet will swell, but they're all signs of a life lived well.
Our family is close, our friends are dear, and laughter is still a great cure.
When hours pass to end our day, we bow our heads and start to pray.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done...then thank god for life, love and sun.

Brain Storms

Watch them drift, sinking gently, spinning in treacherous seas. Brainstorms, thought clouds of dreams and memories.
Innocent little hopes that are dancing in the blissful whiteness. Don't reach to recover the bits and pieces.
Like the sunset that bleeds and disappears, water faded. Open your eyes, theres new hope on the wind.

Night Insanity

Alas, pleasantness, horror cavorts tonight,
Frolicking with madness through the recesses of your mind.
Beware of the acts performed within your sight,
The tyranny of images on the inside of your eyes.
By this state that you enjoy, be fooled not,
The sky falls from beneath your feet and leaves you in the dark.
Delight in the view, delight in the plot,
But slip not into the picture, lest evil win tonight.

Growing Up

Drift among forgone ages and whispers of preserved faces.

Recounting footsteps to losses and gains.

Yearning for the careless youth less the pains of growth.

Drift along what is to come and whispers of those still faceless.

Dreaming of foot steps for losses and gains.

Yearning for the careful grown, less the aches of youth.

Starting Over

Covered eyes reflect a day of mirrored waters. Of a sky filled with the future and depths filled with the past. A surface always shifting, like a frightened singer hunting for the wishing well's content. Can it be poured into love rimmed, rose tinted wine glasses?